My wife dropped me off at the hospital for some tests. I was a bit leery. As I had never had anything but bad experiences with medical people.
I walked in and went into the admissions office. It was very dim. As if lightbulbs had not been replaced by the janitor in awhile. The cheery little nurse was a cute thing. About 49 or 50. Couldn’t have been more than 5 feet tall. Shoulder length dark hair that curled under in a page boy, wavy.
Bright red lips. A pretty mouth. Gosh I wish I could just come here to have her put that pretty mouth on me instead of getting tortured with exams.
She had the most beautiful, expressive brown eyes. I wanted to hold her in my arms, have her shut her eyes, and kiss each lid over and over. Her lashes were super long, and real. Her eyes darted here and there, watching patients. I could see she was a smart gal. I tried to imagine her as a child and wondered if she was the kind that was always into mischief.
Her uniform was neat, but not clinical. She didn’t have a nurses cap. In fact her uniform was pink, and the top had little flowers on the pockets. She took out a stethoscope and checked my blood pressure. Looking at her watch she checked my pulse. I started to get erect. Her every move and spoken word fascinated me. I began to think she thought the same thing about me.
Her hands were tiny, with short stubby fingers. And short, short fingernails. I tried to imagine how she would be able to finger fuck my ass with such short fingers. She smiled as I thought this. It was a little unnerving, as I began to wonder if she had read my mind! I was undoubtedly feeling more and more nervous about being in a medical facility.
She sat back down across her desk from me and asked me all sorts of health questions, including why I was here.
“Oh-oh, I forgot to check your temperature. You say you haven’t been on any antibiotics in the last 30 days.” I took a sip of the hot coffee I had purchased in the patients lounge on the way in here.
“I cant check it with you drinking that hot coffee.” She seemed to leer at me as if she had the upper hand. Or did I imagine that?
She turned and locked her office door. She ordered me to remove my jeans and sit on the couch. In a moment she came back with a thermometer and ordered me to stand up and lower my underpants. I froze with embarrassment, and my cock was standing straight up. I did as I was told, like I was on automatic pilot. It never occurred to me to say no. She plopped down on the couch and patted her lap.
“Come on lie down. Come on now. We have lots to do.”
Then I knew what was happening. And began to feel lucky. Feeling like a small boy, I removed my shorts and lay down with my butt right under her chin. I looked around to see her shaking down a rectal thermometer and lubricating it with KY.
“On hands and knees please.” She said as she reached under and felt my penis and balls.
“My, you’ve got a nice healthy erection. I’ll note that in your medical record today. Now lie down honey.” She was making me feel protected and secure.
I lay down in her lap again. And soon felt her stubby little fingers digging in my ass trying to find my rectum. Then I felt the icy cold tip of the glass tube sliding into my bottom. I felt I would shoot any minute, so I tried to think about something else. She lay her warm hand across my buttocks and held the thermometer in place firmly. Something I hadn’t had done to me in years. She hummed a little tune, very low. How I wanted to move a certain way, and get an orgasm while I lay here.
She pulled out and read the thermometer, and announced me normal.
“Hmmmmm, it says here you are to have a thorough cleansing enema before your stomach x-ray and proctoscope exam. Those are usually done up in X-ray. But— I think I can take care of you right here. Turn on your side and draw your knees up to your chest. I’ll be right back.”
Soon, she returned with a red enema bag, and gently inserted it up my rectum, with a long enema nozzle, the diameter was about the size of a broom handle. Completely stuffed, I felt like I had been speared and was being prepared to be roasted over a fire like a suckling pig. She fucked me with it for a moment, going in and out a number of times. I couldn’t stop a moan from escaping my throat.
“Does that feel good? Like it?” She said in baby talk. Strange questions for her to be asking, but I answered her honestly. She played with the gigantic enema nozzle that hung out of my butt, rotated it in my ass, and pushed it in and out, in and out a few times, till I felt I was gonna shoot my load. The nozzle was so huge, it felt like some dude had stuck his penis in me.
“Yes!”, I dreamily replied.
“Try to relax dear so the water flows into you.” This took about 15-20 minutes.
She massaged my stomach. Occasionally, she would dip down to my penis and stroke it. I got so hard a drop of fluid formed on the top. I grabbed the base to prevent spurting. But she saw me, and put a towel over me, telling me “go ahead and cum , then you’ll relax for your enema and exams.” Next she put KY on her hand and masturbated me. It took 10 or 15 strokes to finish me off, as she shoved the broomstick nozzle as far as it would go for one last big pump. I shot into the towel, and noted her look of approval half expected her to say, “that’s a good boy.”
I lay here resting for a couple of minutes to catch my breath, and then she gave another directive.
“Now hon, the bag is empty, go to the toilet in my office and get rid of the solution. Then you’re free to go to the lab for some other tests.
I sat on the toilet for half an hour getting rid of the enema. Then I put my shoes and pants back on. She gave me the rest of my admission papers and sent me on my way.
As I left she had the same pretty smile.
“Be sure to stop here and see me personally when your testing is done and I’ll have your billing information for you.”
I wondered if she had another treat in store for me?